239 Zamira's Role Model
Witnessing the sight of her coughing out copious amounts of blood, I swiftly dash towards her, administering a unit of blood from my inventory.
Cough. Cough. Cough.
Zamira coughs vehemently, greedily consuming the blood from the pack.
After consuming two units of blood, she gradually regains her composure.
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“…”
“Why did you do that?” I ask, my expression brimming with anger as I rise and distance myself from her.
“What have you done to me?!! Where are my clothes?!” Zamira demands, clutching what remains of her attire to cover her chest and lower body.
“Your clothes disintegrated when I launched that attack,” I remark, my back turned to her.
“I suppose I won the bet,” I add, nonchalantly walking forward, as if intending to leave.
“Wait! Are you going to abandon me here?!” Zamira bellows angrily, teeth clenched.
“Oh, I thought you didn’t want to lay eyes on me after slapping me earlier,” I retort, pivoting and advancing towards her, presenting a gown that I procured from my inventory. Though I had purchased this gown with the intention of giving it to Jill, it seems that plan will no longer come to fruition. Perhaps I shall acquire another one.
As I draw near Zamira, I toss the gown in her direction.
“Put on that dress…”
“D-Did you also retrieve this from a spatial ring? But you don’t appear to possess one?” Zamira mutters, swiftly catching the dress. Her face still radiates immense anger.
“You need not concern yourself with that. Shall I escort you home?” I inquire, maintaining a neutral expression.
Upon hearing my question, Zamira regards me disdainfully, her teeth grinding.
“I can manage on my own,” she replies, exhaling a sigh.
“You need not feel remorse. You defied the reincarnation of the Protoss. You should consider it an accomplishment,” I state, initiating my departure, leaving Zamira astounded.
Old man Duke did harbor genuine speculations that I am the Protoss, though most dismissed him as deranged, save for my father and sister. Now, having witnessed my capabilities, Zamira’s perception of me has altered.
“I apologize for not realizing it sooner,” Zamira says, her countenance transformed, regarding me with newfound admiration, as if I were a role model. Undoubtedly, the Protoss serves as a role model for all vampires, though his way of life is not, given his penchant for pursuing romantic relationships.
“Haha, no need for apologies. Although I am the reincarnation of the Protoss, it does not mean I shall mirror his every action. Simply treat me as an ordinary individual, and all will be well,” I deceive, maintaining a smile while two wings unfurl from my back before I ascend into the sky.
After Jake’s departure, Zamira rises and surveys the surrounding destruction in awe.
‘Had I known he was the reincarnation of the Protoss, I would have prolonged the battle to witness more of his techniques. Despite being at the noble vampire level, he managed to unleash such a monstrous attack. I myself am incapable of delivering an assault on such a grand scale,’ Zamira muses inwardly, albeit limping on her weary feet.
‘Also, what is this tingling sensation I feel down there? I have never experienced anything like this before… Could it be due to the blood oath, or simply my reaction upon learning he is the Protoss? No, I am not a pervert,” Zamira shakes her head wearily at her thoughts, even as a dampness forms between her lower lips for some inexplicable reason.
It is the effect of the blood oath and the realization of things. The Protoss serves as Zamira’s greatest inspiration and role model, as she has always yearned to possess his power — to become the most formidable vampire that ever existed.
“But if he’s the reincarnation of the Protoss, what does that make his father? His father ranks among the top ten most powerful vampires in history, but his life was tragically cut short.”
After marveling at her surroundings, a pair of wings burst forth from Zamira’s back as she takes flight. Despite depleting her stamina and strength while defending against Jake’s attack, she manages to regain a modicum of energy within a short span.
Shortly after Zamira departs, a figure donning a black, wide-brimmed hat and coat strolls through the heavily affected area. Beneath the coat lies a complete suit of legendary-grade armor, fashioned entirely from crystallized essence of beasts. An icy and formidable aura exudes from this individual, so chilling and intense that one might faint merely by gazing upon him.
This person is none other than Zero.
“The extent of the devastation is immense. Not even the vampire king could unleash an attack of this magnitude. That boy… Has he surpassed his previous limits? When I last encountered him, his skills were still erratic, and he was nothing short of a troublemaker,” Zero mutters as he surveys the area.
“If only others knew the true strength of this boy. Though prodigiously gifted vampires emerge from time to time, their combined might still falls short of impeding his ascension to kingship. Moreover, Zamira will undoubtedly stand by his side.”
“Blood… an abundance of blood will be spilled.”
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At present, I soar through the skies of Glelloolmes, noticing the pervasive emptiness. Only a handful of individuals, mostly guards and knights, traverse the area.
Hmm… could it be due to the clash between Zamira and me?
Now that I observe closely, the sky remains crimson, shrouded in a veil of red mist, obscuring the moons’ feeble glow.
Mother must be greatly concerned about my well-being…
Abruptly, I increase my speed, hurtling through the air at an astonishing velocity of approximately 400 miles per hour.
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